My husband didn’t know how to hold a gun
He got sent to the front to shoot men of other women
That’s just what he has to do to survive
Two soldiers at my door, standing in the morning sun
I knew what they were here for but I didn’t want to see them
They said he didn’t suffer when he died
This is just a little story of war
One that’s still happening today
An’ so it doesn’t happen anymore
Listen and don’t turn away
My kids said “goodbye”, running out the front door
“Hey Mum, we’ll see you later, we’re just going out to play”
Heard my daughter screaming way down the road
“My brother isn’t moving, he won’t play anymore”
I tried to stop the bleeding, it was already too late
Picked him up and then I carried him home
This is just a little story of war
One that’s still happening today
An’ so it doesn’t happen anymore
Listen and don’t turn away
Somewhere in the distance, I see a flash of light
I hold my daughter to me and I tell her not to cry
Tell her somehow that we’ll manage to live
The soldiers in the city, get lonely at night
Don’t care about me, but I see my child hungry
My body is the one thing I can give
He got sent to the front to shoot men of other women
That’s just what he has to do to survive
Two soldiers at my door, standing in the morning sun
I knew what they were here for but I didn’t want to see them
They said he didn’t suffer when he died
This is just a little story of war
One that’s still happening today
An’ so it doesn’t happen anymore
Listen and don’t turn away
My kids said “goodbye”, running out the front door
“Hey Mum, we’ll see you later, we’re just going out to play”
Heard my daughter screaming way down the road
“My brother isn’t moving, he won’t play anymore”
I tried to stop the bleeding, it was already too late
Picked him up and then I carried him home
This is just a little story of war
One that’s still happening today
An’ so it doesn’t happen anymore
Listen and don’t turn away
Somewhere in the distance, I see a flash of light
I hold my daughter to me and I tell her not to cry
Tell her somehow that we’ll manage to live
The soldiers in the city, get lonely at night
Don’t care about me, but I see my child hungry
My body is the one thing I can give
Contributed by DonQuijote82 - 2010/7/26 - 16:48
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